TRIFLES
MRS. HALE: It's log cabin pattern. Pretty, isn't it? I wonder if she was goin' to quilt it or just knot it (Footsteps have been heard coming down the stairs. The sheriff enters followed by Hale and Henderson)
SHERIFF: They wonder if she was going to quilt it or just knot it. (The men laugh, the women look abashed)
COUNTY ATTORNEY: (Rubbing his hands over the stove) Frank's tire didn't do much up there, did it? Well, let's go out to the barn and get that cleared up. (Exeunt men door rear)
MRS. HALE: (Resentfully) I don't know as there's anything so strange, our takin' up our time with little things while we're waiting for them to get the evidence. (Sits down, smoothing out block with decision) I don't see as it's anything to laugh about.
MRS. PETERS: (Apologetically) Of course they've got awful important things on their minds. (Pulls up a chair and sits by the table)
MRS. HALE: (Examining another block) Mrs. Peters, look at this one. Here, this is the one she was working on, and look at the sewing t All the rest of it has been so nice and even. And look at this t It's all over the place! Why, it looks as if she didn't know what she was about! (After she has said this they look at each other, then start to glance back at the door. After an instant Mrs. Hale has pulled at a knot and ripped the sewing)
MRS. PETERS: Oh, what are you doing, Mrs. Hale?
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